THE PARK OF THE CASTLE OF HELLBRUNN, SUSPENDED BETWEEN DREAM AND REALITY.

While tidying up the photos of the recent holiday with mom and dad in Salzburg, days of carefree and unforgettable joy that I will always take in my heart, I focused on those of Hellbrunn castle and I thought that I just cannot really avoid the temptation of talking you about it!

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It was the year 1621 when the archbishop Sitticus Marcus von Hohenems, recently elected Prince of Salzburg, intrusted the architect Santino Solari with building a country residence thatcould satisfy his passion for Italian architecture, early – baroque styled, that should have been placed in the woods in the south of Salzburg, comfortable and just at a few minutes of carriage from the town; the point where placing the construction work was chosen where there was one of the many sources that populate the subsoil of the alpine zone, from which the name exactly, "hell" / clear and "Brunn" (from the Renaissance German) / well, water - spring, and it is the water of this still life – giving and mysteriously frost-proof even in winter spring, the true soul of the entire park to do Hellbrunn a rare masterpiece of hydraulic engineering that continues to leave me ecstatic every time I come back.. None of them knew that they were going to give birth to what would have become a real gem that would have been remaining for centuries, situated between the valleys of the dark green of timeless cedars and firs, guarded and preserved with love and proper pride.

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That's the water the magical character of the mystical atmosphere that subjugates the visitors in every corner of the park,

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hundreds of meters to walk between avenues of which you do not see the limit, of coniferous trees, many of which still original, it fills fairytale ponds inhabited by wild ducks

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gives life to jets that playfully spring from the floor, from the walls lining the paths, statues, or from the seats, operated by the pressure of the feet in some places of the walkway or from buttons dutifully hidden from Sitticus,

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produces a driving force actuating curious mechanisms,

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All this to make fun, sometimes with the purpose of mere entertainment, sometimes with scorn, with their guests, who followed him willingly, left the heat of summer days of the "city", often accompanied with graceful ladies with whom they "preferred" not to appear in public ..

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And this time I'm greeting you in music, with the notes of the air Mozart's Don Giovanni, "Là ci darem la mano," which accompanies the movement of the enchanting and amazing miniature theater, driven by the most sophisticated mechanism that you can find here; in this niche, preserved from the weather and the centuries, the water moves hundreds of figures that seem to perform daily activities in a street of the early eighteenth century and operates, at the same time, a hydraulic organ .. Here the use of flowing water reaches the result definetely much more .. impressive!

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This is the park of Hellbrunn, where even today, between sober scenes and moments of excitement and fun, you may feel the spirit in which it was conceived, here, even today, you walk between dream and reality.

@ MargaretI don't use translate buttons because they translate from Italian into English in a language that, believe me, isn't English, they make such a confusion, it's not possible to understand the right meaning of a writing ... too many differences in the grammar of our languages are disregarded, and the result is ... horrible, believe me !That's why I make the translation by myself under the part in italian, just up above the comments, you can find it just scrolling down the page.

So glad you've enjoyd at least the images of this stunning place I feel I belong to, I wish you a blessed remainder of your week, darling friend, sending love to you ❥

@ Andreayou can find the translation in English just scrolling down the page before than comments, I'm against all the buttons for translating online, they do such horrible translations from Italian, you cannot even imagine how they overturn the real meaning, my friend !

Hope you're having a lovely week, I wish you all my best for the days to come ஐღஐ

@ Staceywe also aren't travelling so much lately, that's why I treasure so much this last wonderful trip there, I belong to these places, there lie my ancient roots and there my heart and my spirits always lift up !

So glad you've enjoyed this post of mine I wish you all my best for the end of your week, Sweetest One, with so, so much gratitude ❀≼♥≽❀

About me

I've devoted my training in passions which have characterized my temperament since my early childhood, such as an incommensurate love for nature, whether it's outdoor living, plants or animals, that today I express taking lovingly care of a large garden, mine, which calls forth a romantic atmosphere, with its plants and with the style of the statues populating it, and living with two lovable cats, with the cutest and adorable baby-bunny and with two very funny and affectionate geese, the fascination for the story as a justification for everything that we encounter in our lives today, for the objects clad by the patina of time, the propensity towards all that pleases and enriches the soul that led me to cultivate theoretical and aesthetic studies, and the love for home that I've always lived like a nest, which protects and must be protected, a nest that welcomes and that must be able to communicate the love of those who live in it to anyone is going to enter it ... Oh, and last but not least is the joy it gives me to transfer in images feelings and moods, capturing moments .. to rediscover ... in a photograph ...

They have no Robes, nor Names -No Almanacs - nor Climes But general HomesLike Gnomes -

Their Coming, may be knownBy Couriers within -Their going - is not -For they're never gone -

Emily Dickinson, F303 (1862)

Let us be grateful to the

people who makes us

happy;

they are the charming

gardeners who make our

souls blossom.

Marcel Proust

Every day is a little life,

every awakening a small birth,

every new morning is a small youth.

Arthur Schopenhauer

There is a road

from the eye to the heart

that does not go

through the intellect.

G.K.Chesterton

As the years pass,

I'm coming more and more to understand

that it is the common, everyday blessings

of our common everyday lives

for which we should be particularly grateful.

They are the things that fill our days with comfort

and our hearts with gladness.

Laura Ingalls Wilder

Home is among the holiest of words.

A true home is one of the most sacred of places.

It is a sanctuary into which men flee from the world's perils and alarms.

It is a resting-place to which at close of day the weary retire to gather new strength for the battle and toils of tomorrow.

It is the place where love learns its lessons, where life is schooled into discipline and strength, where character is molded.

J.R. Miller, Secrets of Happy Home Life

A good character makes a special person,

charisma makes her bright.

But it is humility that makes her truly unique.

Mother Theresa

She burned too bright

for this world.

Charlotte Brontee, Wuthering Heights

I feel more and more everyday, as

my imagination strengthens, that I

do not live in this world alone but in

a thousands worlds.

John Keats

Philosophy and Art both render the invisible visible by imagination.

George Henry Lewes

A poet is a nightingale,

who sits in darkness and sing

to cheer its own solitude

with sweet sounds;

his auditors are as men entranced

by the melody of an unseen musician,

who feel that they are moved and softened,

yet know not whence or why.

Percy Bysse Shelley

I am not a woman, but the light

that falls on this gate, on this ground.

I'm the seasons, I think sometimes,

January, May, November;

the mud, the mist, the dawn.

Virginia Woolf, The Waves

All the words that I utter, And all the words that I write, Must spread out their wings untiring,And never rest in their flight, Till they come where your sad, sad heart is, And sing to you in the night, Beyond where the waters are moving, Storm-darken'd or starry bright.

A kind soul has featured me and my world

A delicate and lovely gift to Tenuta Geremia and me

My very first guests

~ THE FIRST LECTURE WHICH, SO MOVED, I HELD

It was such a great emotion, honour and privilege to me I won't ever forget, representing the fulfilment of a Dream in the name of my Love and Esteem for the Charismatic Figure of Elisabeth, Empress of Austria and Queen of Hungary, and the fascinating period which She lived in, the Victorian Age.

~ SAT. AUGUST 6th, 2016 ~

DURING HER STAYS IN OUR SANREMO. Working amongst archive documents, I wrote with so much love this essay (obviously in Italian), filled with photographs and paintings dating back to the end of the XIXth century. Click on the image of its cover if you wish to purchase "L'Agave senza Spine".